I'm going into my 11th year at Unnamed Junior High School. No names of anyone will be used to protect the innocent(okay, to protect my ass). Let's see how honest I can be.

Friday, August 31, 2007

A record

Today, whilst my darling new students in fifth period English were presenting their "Where He's/She's From" poems (ones they wrote about a classmate they interviewed), one of the students in the class was screwing around. I told Stewie (not his real name, of course) to knock it off, but he just kept making faces and shadow puppets with his hands instead of paying attention to the students at the front of the class.

Then, as a boy was reading his rather good poem to the class, and everyone was listening, Stewie ripped off a fart that could be heard bouncing off the foothills behind our school.

He then acted shocked that I would send him outside for a natural action such as his.

And so, the referrals have begun.

Yeah, I know, I'll laugh about it later. But dang... if he's doing this five days into the school year, what's he going to get up to by Christmas?

I'm a friend of Natalie's, as well. And this blog is quite amusing. I'm writing semi- well in this comment but if you expect to see more of that...Well, I'd just wait for more comments.Hmm, it's really interesting to see what goes through teachers' minds.